Kuroko no Basket x Reader

Imayoshi Shoichi

IMAYOSHI X READER
Milk
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A/N: u all know that i would never cheat on jordan
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but i would let imayoshi do some dirty dirty things to me.

» flashback »

"I just don't want to be with you." he shrugs.

You feel a million punches to your stomach. As a teenager, you just suffered one of the worst pains yet.

"Why?" you pathetically ask.

"Just... because." Imayoshi answers while he watches tears rapidly slide down your stained cheeks. He knows he has no right to run away and leave you crying.

As his own punishment for hurting you, he'll endure watching you cry.

Something he hates to do.

Your heart thumps in your chest and you can practically hear the vibrations. Your face drops into your hands as sobs leave your mouth over and over again.

Time changes but the pain stays.

"I'm sorry." Imayoshi says. He's standing in front of you watching your heart break in two, and he has the audacity to try and say he's sorry. You can't think straight.

He reaches out to place his hand on your shoulder but you dodge it and slap his wrist away with force as you look up into his eyes.

"No you're not!" you exclaim.

"Y/N..." Imayoshi trails off.

The sadness subsides and the anger takes control. "Get away from me. I never want to see you again." you say dangerously. "I mean it."

» le flashback over »

"Go buy some milk." your roommate shouts from the kitchen.

"You go buy some milk." you shout back, eyes glued to the screen showing the new smutty chapter Lavender just uploaded.

"I'm going to work now. If you want me to cook you dinner tonight, go buy some milk." your best friend shouts once again. She makes a kissing noise before locking the door and leaving.

You roll your eyes but continue scrolling.

» a few hours later »

"Oops," you murmur to yourself after checking the time. You'd accidentally binge-read all the chapters.

With a grunt of complain you stand up and stretch your muscles. You brush the knots out of your hair and threw on some decent clothes.

I suppose I'll go buy milk. Cooking is such a drag.

After walking to the closest mall you head straight for the grocery store. The sensor doors slide open and you walk inside.

You spot someone walking to the milk section across from you and you narrow your eyes at the milk fridge.

There's ONE carton of full cream milk left.

You think to yourself.

Without another thought you break into a speed walk to beat the figure fast approaching. You finally find yourself in front of the milk you want desperately, when a hand snatches the carton off the shelf right in front of your eyes.